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Prologue
Kurt didn't like this feeling. Once when he was small and when his owners still liked him, he had been allowed to watch TV. And during one of those special occurrences he had seen a documentary on patients with mental disabilities and out of the wide spectrum of it, one in particular always stayed with him. A young woman, around 20 to 25, had seemed the most frightening. She had a severe case of schizophrenia and suffered greatly from the voices in her head. The documentary showed each side of her. The good ones and the bad ones. He had watched her in bouts of unknown anger, varying degrees of sadness and brief happiness. Only when she was truly herself did she show her own genuine feelings. She would cry afterwards. Asking, “Why can't I have control of my own body?”
And right now he felt exactly like her. Only he wasn't sure what she felt when one of her others had taken over. Was it like watching blurry short clips of film to her? Did she just fall into a realm of unconsciousness? Or was she trapped by the confines of her mind, unable to do anything as her others took her body out for a joyride? Kurt could feel some control at certain times and places but for the majority he was stuck, watching from behind the scenes as his body did things without his permission. A man, an older man—how had he known that without ever seeing his face?—gave him instructions. Just now Kurt heard a voice calling out to him, asking if he was lost. He looked up, registering the look of confusion on the guard's face before striking.